Song Search

Tarmac on the Grass

by Tanya Mascarenhas

Where are the laughs
The laughs beyond the carpet
I've cleared every log of dust
On the system

When the carpet moves
It creates a crescendo of sweet linen
That crimson linen
That you couldn't decide upon
When confronted with gold embroidery

I saw that blade of grass
Growing amidst the tarmac on the road
Trouble is when the grass is grown
There will be tarmac no more
But instead a country path
For cars to rickshaw across